Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 08:12:39 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: north country part 31

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North Country  Chapter Thirty  One


I never would have expected Master to treat me so gentle and kind. We
cuddled,  caressed and fondled each other for eternity; or so it seemed. There were a
 couple of 'lighter' moments when Master would quietly say something like,
"your  nose ring keeps getting in the way", which seemed to be his way of
telling me  that he enjoyed kissing  me.

There  was actually one time where the two of us were rolling around on the
bed, trying  to get better access to each others genitals. For me to find
myself sucking a  cock without provocation or threat of punishment seemed to be
some sort of  turning point; at least where it concerned Master. Had it of been
someone else,  I'd probably revert back to a slave's mentality and do such, as
something that  was/is required of most every  slave.

Ryan's mouth sucking on my nuts was, and still, is a large part of my sexual
relief. I only wished that my cock didn't have to support wearing the Prince
Albert ring; otherwise, just maybe, Master might have wrapped his lips around
 his slave's  cock.

With  my balls getting sucked on, Master had no problem coaxing me to spread
my legs  and bend them at the knees; exposing my anus to his probing finger
(s). I so  much wanted to grasp Master's head, but once again I feared that such
an action,  of dominance, might provoke him which in turn, would end his nut
sucking.

However,  once Master had released my balls, he gently slid himself up to my
chest,  leaving a couple of fingers in my ass. In the most caring of a voice
Master  quietly said to me, "I need to feel my cock in my 'baby's' ass. I
desire to fuck  you, before anything else  happens."

"I  want you to take my ass, as it truly does belong to my Master", I said
without  even thinking. I, too, wanted to feel his cock inside of me. I'm not
sure why I  said what I did, other than to think that all of our childhood
antics where now  playing out in real life, as a Master and his  slave.

Withdrawing his fingers, Master presented them to my mouth and I quickly
sucked  them both  clean.

Master's fuck was like none I'd ever experienced. It was almost as if I could
 see myself, feel myself, fucking a girl. Master had intercourse with me in
such  a way, that I was nearly left breathless and wanting more, long after
he'd  deposited his manseed inside of me. It truly was the tenderest of moments
that  I'd ever, in my lifetime, experienced. But how could that be, I asked
myself;  not really thinking about answering my own question. I was now more than
ever,  beginning to feel, to sense, to understand, the deep down, suppressed
feelings  and emotions that I had for my brother. Yes, I'm older than Master,
but that  just doesn't seem to come into consideration when I think of all the
things he  has taught me. I'm beginning to feel that the pain and humiliation
was not just  a ploy on Master's part to get me to surrender my body and soul
to him. Beyond  the pain, seems to be a world of  reward.

I  had to clean Master's cock, once he'd extracted it from my ass; but I was
 surprised when I discovered that Master was not yet out of his own `moment
of  passion and pleasure', as he once more inserted two fingers up my sperm
coated  ass and began to manipulate my prostate gland like never before.

"Baby",  Master began; "Your Master needs to bond with you again. Your
Master needs to  control your neglected sexual needs. Baby wants his Master to
bring him  pleasure, doesn't  it?"

"Please  Master, oh yes PLEASE Master", I said with an excited voice; as two
more fingers  worked their way up my  rectum.

"Baby's ass has gotten a little tighter since we last bonded. Does baby feel
it  needs more  attention?"

"Yes, Master; what ever Master feels his baby needs, then Master's slave
shall  accept it as the will of its Master." I quickly answered as I felt the
thick  part of Master's hand begin twisting and turning and the entrance to my
soul.  Once more, I didn't understand where that response came from; but I was
beginning to realize that my mind and my body were no longer mine to  control.
Instinctively, I pulled my knees up and further apart; as Master's  hand
finally entered, allowing him to slowly twist it around inside of me. With  each
couple of turns, Master inched just a little more of his forearm into my  body
and I could feel my sphincter muscles stretching like they'd never  stretched
before. My gut was so sensitive that I could even feel Master's  fingers as
they seemed to flicker back and forth around and over my  gland.

Opening my eyes, it was easy to see my cock standing  straight up; with what
must have been a couple of small droplets of pre cum  glistening in the candle
light.  All I could see of my nuts wasn't much; as  they must have begun
retracting up inside of me. My mouth opened and I began an  uncontrollable, steady
stream of moans and groans; as Master continued to inch  more and more of his
arm up inside of me.

"Baby likes what its  Master is doing this night. You sound as if you could
do this all day long.  Master's baby knows that this is the only way that it
will ever be able to have  any form of sexual release from now on? I can't say
how often baby will be  allowed to spew his milk, but just know that its Master
will always keep the  well being of his slave in the front of his mind.
Master knows how much a penis  needs to spew seed, but Master also knows that
spewing all depends on how good  the Master's slave has been performing. And
besides, we must give your penis  some other name, as most of the slaves I know, don'
t have cocks, dicks or  penis'. I seem to recall that someone used to call my
cock a `pee-pee', so I  feel only obligated that we call your thing a `
pee-pee'."

"Yes  Master that is a fine name for my thing", I replied, knowing exactly
who Master  was referring to. Master could have called it anything he wanted,
and I wouldn't  have objected; not being this close to an orgasm.

My breathing was  now out of control, and Master was increasing the speed
with which he was  pushing his arm in, and pulling it out to his wrist. In the
dim light of the  room, I watched as Master leaned forward; causing his cock to
rub against my  `pee-pee'. With his free hand, Master took hold of both of
the organs and held  them firm as his other hand made, what was to be the final
push up my  ass.

I let out some sort of animalistic sound, as never before; as  string after
string of my seed spewed from my `pee-pee', leaving a small amount  hanging
from the Prince Albert.

After several long seconds, Master  removed his hand from our organs and
began stirring the seed which had landed on  my torso and above. It was the first
time that I'd tasted my own seed in its  purest form. I was a bit repulsed at
first, but then; understanding that licking  my seed from Master's finger
brought him a great sense of pleasure, not to  mention pride, made everything seem
proper and normal.

Our final  moments alone were comprised of me licking off the hand that had
been so  thoughtfully inserted up my ass; while listening to Master outline the
days  ahead. There was one part which totally brought me out from my euphoric
state  and back into reality; but I was cautious to not let Master detect my
nervousness.

Just as soon as we entered the shower room, the sight  of the mayor's son
being harshly scrubbed was quite the sight. Two, older  slaves, had the teen
strung up by his wrist and were using what looked like hard  bristled brushes,
like you'd clean the wheels on your car with; one scrubbing  the front of the
teen and the other one digging his brush into the crack of the  teen's ass. Off
to the side, staying dry, were Mr. Thomas and the mayor; both of  whom seemed
to be in a rather serious discussion, presumably about the mayor's  son. Mr.
Thomas had his familiar, yet sadistic, expression on his face; as if  he'd just
been given a new toy at Christmas.

Recalling the days  that I'd spent in the deep woods, with all of those men,
I didn't seem to have  one thread of sympathy or pity for the teenager.
Normally, my reaction would  have been a lot different; but in this case, in this
precise situation, I  couldn't seem to envision myself with such emotions or
thoughts.

Master had adjusted our water to suit his needs and he  handed me a rather
large sea sponge and liquid soap, with which to bath his  masculine physique.
The tiled floor continued to present a problem to my already  scraped and abused
body, but I dealt with it, only because I knew that each and  every movement
of my body was under the watchful eye of my Master.
I  received a stomach full of Master's piss, just as I was about to cleanse
his  balls and cock, for which I remembered to thank Master loud enough so as
they  others in attendance would see that I was learning my lessons.

With Master all clean, the drops of water sparkling against the  bright
lights, I was left to scrub myself clean and to administer, for the first  time, my
very own deep cleaning.

Master joined the other two men,  engaging in conversation, while keeping a
constant watch over  me.

The other side of the shower was now empty, except for the  teenager; who was
squatting over the drain in the floor, as water continued to  rain down upon
him from above. I guess that he was trying to void his last  session with the
enema hose; and I couldn't help but to wonder what was  forthcoming for the
lad.

By the time I was nearing the completion  of my tasks, the mayor had already
left the shower area; but now, Mr. Thomas was  putting a small rope around the
teenager's balls and leading him out, once again  leaving just me and Master
in the shower area. I'll never forget the look of  fear in the teen's face,
as rivers of tears flowed down his pretty  face.

When we had barely gotten into the hallway, Master came to a  sudden stop and
returned to the room where we had had sex. At first I wasn't  sure of his
intentions, until I realized that Master had only wanted to get his  clothes back
on. It felt nice to be able to tend to dressing Master, as he stood  like a
statue. With a great many of the candles already extinguished, it didn't  feel
as seductive anymore, but I could smell the raw, overpowering, yet  softness,
of the odor of man to man sex in the room. Our sex, Master's sex; the  sex
that once again, seemed to enlighten, and affirm my place in the  world.

As we exited the room, one of Master Ty's slaves quickly  entered, as another
of the slaves was already in the shower room cleaning away  like a house on
fire. On our way back towards the main room, I noticed that it  appeared as if
more lights had been turned on; reminding me of the one or two  times I had
stayed out late and was one of the last to leave the bar.

In the main room, the third slave was busy cleaning out the tub as  Masters
Ty, Jeb and Troy stood leaning against the bar; talking amongst  themselves.

Master Ryan left me unattended, kneeling not to far  away from him; which
allowed me to hear some of their conversations.

I already knew that the females had left, taking Paul with them;  but I didn'
t know until just now that Henry and Mr. Thomas had left with the  mayor's
boy, allowing the mayor to follow the trio back to Master Troy's home.

Master Ty left to go check on his other two slaves, while the  three
remaining Masters continued chatting. I knew better than to concern myself  with what
they were talking about; but being so close, I couldn't help but to  overhear
one or two partial comments, and I was hoping that they weren't about  me.

"No whip for your boy tonight", questioned Master  Jeb.

"Not tonight, I think he's just about had enough for one day,  and besides,
his tomorrow will be much harder", came the response from Master  Ryan.

I flicked my head just enough so that I could find the clock  on the wall;
and it read 4:11. This, indeed, had been a long day. This being,  now Sunday,
meant that after today, Master Ryan would be returning to work and I  still had
one more week to go before I had to start work at Master Ty's  place.

"I tend to agree with you", Master Troy chimed in. "Seems as  if everybody
had a great evening and I'm sure that come next weekend things will  be back to
normal around here. I love these private parties, but I also like the  idea
of our little club raking in some money. I guess the other bars in town
appreciate it when we close our doors for a function like tonight."
"I'll  second that statement", Master Ryan replied; "I don't think any of
us are  opposed to the extra cash we bring in on weekends. It's not like we are
open  seven nights a week, and besides if we can keep the kid and Paul busy
for three  nights a week we should make even more money. I know that your Henry
enjoys all  of the extra `fun' he's been having lately."

Master Ty walked back  into the room, followed by his two domesticated
slaves; and quickly gathered up  his third one and began bidding his farewells to
the masters.

I  was pleased, in a way that the night was over. Master Ryan gathered up the
small  plastic bag which contained all of my cuffs and butt plug and I
crawled behind  them all, as they made their way back to the vehicle.

It seemed  less offensive, now, that I was alone in the back compartment of
the SUV;  watching the few diehard humans heading home from a night out on the
town. The  entire, although short, trip back to the condo was done in silence;
presumably  because the three masters were contemplating their own personal
need. Upon  pulling into the parking garage, I startled to hear what I  heard.

"Thanks again for everything guys. I don't know what I'd do  without your
support and guidance. I'll call you later tonight and let you know  how the
phone call with dad goes", Ryan said in a somber  voice.

That said, I was let out of the back and kept up crawling  behind my Master
as the two others pulled away; leaving, even the garage, in a  silence which
seemed to emphasize the end of a long day.

There  wasn't much activity once we got upstairs. Master Ryan had me undress
him and he  slept peacefully in bed, while I slept like a rock on my slave
mattress.

I woke before Master, and briefly thought about going  back to sleep; but I
needed to prove something. I didn't know what it was that  needed approval, but
some inner being told me to get up and do  something.

Stealthily, I got up and moved into the kitchen, closing  the bedroom door
behind me. I needed to piss but being as I didn't want to  awaken Master, I
opted to drain myself in the kitchen sink. God, that felt so  refreshing.

My eyes caught sight of the small clock embedded on the  panel of the
microwave. It read 12:46,

Shit, I'd never slept this  late in my whole life. As quickly, and as
quietly, as I could; I started off by  making a pot of coffee. I looked around in the
frig to see what I could cook for  a meal for Master and myself; and decided
on making a simple  breakfast.

I had gotten the sausage and bacon started, by the time  the coffee had
finished dripping into the decanter. I took a chance, perhaps you  could call it a
gamble; but I poured Master a cup of coffee and fixed it just  like he drinks
it and took it into the bedroom.

Master was awake;  his eyes were as bright as a shooting star. The smile on
his face was  indescribable as he watched me come forward with his coffee.

Like  a fuck'n stupid ass, I stood there expecting Master to rise up and
accept the  coffee. Taking the lead, Master eased his legs over the edge of the
bed,  exposing his cock. There was now a look of consternation on his  face.

I watched as Master lifted his cock up and wagged it for a  couple of
seconds; and it was only then that I knew where I'd screwed  up.

After putting the coffee on the nightstand, I knelt between his  legs and
accepted his morning slave offering. After Master had drained himself  into my
mouth, he quietly, simply rubbed my head; as he picked up his coffee and
sampled it. "Quite good coffee, I must say", exclaimed Master Ryan, "yes, quite
good indeed."

"Master, thank you Master", were the words that came  pouring out of my
mouth without me even having to remember `proper slave  etiquette'.
"It smells like you are cooking, so I'll let you get back to the  kitchen;
but in the future it might pay dividends if you were to seek your  Master's
schedule first. Normally, I'd have you bath me before eating, but since  we
really haven't `discussed' schedules yet..." Master trailed off as he stood  up.

I moved back, allowing Master to trek off into the bathroom;  and then I made
a hasty retreat to the kitchen.

Master seemed to  have enjoyed his meal, and then I quietly and properly ate
mime; while Master  remained seated at the table.

"Ya know, I really do admire the  progress you've been making lately. If
things would have been different years  ago, just think how much we could have
accomplished by now. I wasn't as dumb as  you thought I was", Master said in a
deep concerning sort of voice. "I knew what  you were doing, by having me jack
you off and all that other crap you forced me  to do. Hell, I already knew
that I liked boys, long before you did. It has taken  all this time, and all the
other shit to make you start understanding what you  are and who you are. Now
look at you... kneeling there all nice and pretty, your  ass sticking up in the
air, begging to be fucked... eating on the floor like an  animal... and what is
really surprising is that you seem to like  it."

I listened with a great deal of interest to each sentence and  tried to
comprehend the meaning of Master's words.

Since Master's  comments didn't need a response from me, I remained
diligently silent; as I got  up to clear the table and wash the dishes.

Master continued to sit  there, apparently pleased with me, and not having
anything to add to his last  statement. I began to feel a little uneasy, just
knowing that he was directly  behind me, staring at my naked body or more
precisely my bare  butt.

All of a sudden, the telephone rang and I instinctively went  to grab it.
Horror and shock hit me like a typhoon. The caller ID said the  incoming call was
from mom and dad.

Without answering the phone, I  quickly handed the receiver to Master Ryan;
who by now had seen the shade of my  face turn from a healthy glow to an ashen
white.

"Hello", answered  Master Ryan.
"Yes, I'm sure he knows who is calling".
"No, we were out  late last night, so that's why you couldn't reach us".
"Just friends, they  all wanted to meet him".
"He's doing fine, but he doesn't know yet".
"No,  heck no. I'll tell him as soon as we hang up".
"What about mom?"
"That's  to bad, but I suppose it might be better this way".
"I'm sure he will  be".
"If he gets mad, I'll just have to help him get over it".
"No, he  should have thought about that long before now".
"Dad, he's not anything like  me. I told you years ago."
"He'll just have to come clean and tell you  everything about himself".
"Okay, what time?"
"No, that will be great. You  wanna stay for supper?"
"Okay, we'll see you when you get  here".

A simple push of a button and the phone conversation ended,  with Master Ryan
handing the phone back to me, in silence.

"Time to  get you cleaned up and get those cuffs back on `boy', remarked
Master Ryan.  "Wouldn't want you to feel as if your master didn't care about
you. Besides,  your ass has been empty way to long, and we need to get your slave
balls  strapped back in as well."

Like a scolded puppy, I crawled back to  the bathroom; wanting and needing
Master to say something about the telephone  call. I'm glad, in a way, that
Master couldn't see the tears forming in my  eyes.

North Country Chapter Thirty  Two


Master sat perfectly still and quiet, on the bathroom countertop, as I
douched  and showered. The expression, or lack of, seemed to at least allow me the
knowledge that my process was acceptable. I didn't even feel out of place,
while  he observed me squatting over the floor  drain.

Nobody, not even I, could fault Master Ryan for his wants, needs or desires.
By  that I mean... We all have them... whether or not they include having a slave
to  serve you or not, seems irrelevant. After all, I too had some of the same
needs  when I was growing up. I couldn't begin to count the amount of times
that I had  my brother jerk me off, or bath me, or make my bed, clean my room
and even fix  the screw ups I used to make on my computer. Now, as far as I can
understand; it  all seems as if it is nothing more than a complete role
reversal. And besides,  to this day, I can still see, and feel Ryan doing the
things that I used to have  him do; and I still get that inner satisfaction each
and every time I think  about it.

I  don't know of any man that masturbates and doesn't think of something or
some  one, during the course of the act; not to mention how many young boys
began  puberty by participating in one or more `circle  jerks'.

So  whether or not I feel as if Master Ryan is exploiting me is not really
the  issue. To me, the issue is why has it taken this long, this path, to
discover  that I may just in fact be gay, like being dominated, and more
importantly; have  these feelings for my Master. Perhaps it is all just my imagination
playing  games with me, but time will be the judge of  that.

"Come  over here and let me dry you off", Master said the second I'd turned
off the  water.

I  crawled out of the tub and over to Master, where he had me stand facing
him;  while he gently patted the water from my head. "Bend down some so your
Master  can dry off the shoulders and chest,  boy".

The  action, of bending myself forward put my face in direct view of Master's
crotch.  I could plainly see the outline of his penis, beneath the denim of
the jeans.  Instinctively and wanting, I leaned down even more, until my teeth
were grasping  the zipper. Master felt my actions and quickly adjusted his
body so that I could  render supplications to his  cock.

Once  I'd gotten the flaccid flesh into my mouth, it began to rise. I quickly
engulfed  the entire length of Master's cock before it became rigid; causing
my throat to  form a tight seal around the shaft. I was breathing fairly well
through my nose,  inhaling Master's domineering scent. I could feel my very
own muscles  palpitating Master's penis and knew that such `oral gratification'
would not go  unrewarded.

Now, I could feel Master's hands touching the flesh of his slave. His fingers
 seemed to be flailing the edges of my ears, while soft moans escaped his
lips.

I  could feel his lower abdomen starting to tense, and I knew that my reward
was  forthcoming. Not that swallowing sperm was my reward; but the sheer
knowledge  that I had once again been able to please my Master. The strings of
pearly cum  where only secondary compared to allowing Master to feel a certain
sense of  pride.

"You  understand that all of this is taking time away from your other duties
for the  afternoon. Turn around so that your Master might finish wiping the
water from  his slave".

Slowly, and carefully, I lifted my face away from Master; and watched as he
tucked his dick back behind his zipper. As I turned away from Master, he had
me  bend over, allowing him a better opportunity to towel off my lower back,
butt  and thighs.

The unmistakable feeling of Master inserting a couple of fingers inside my
body  was almost taking my breath away. After satisfying his needs, Master
withdrew  the two fingers and I obediently licked them clean; although there was
nothing  on them, I still had the  responsibility,

"Go now and get one, just one, grease stick from the freezer and return
promptly  to your Master's room", Master commanded, as I dropped down and made my
way into  the kitchen.
It was  still a mystery, as to exactly what Master had done with the spare
room; as it  was still locked and Master has yet to make mention of using it,
and I couldn't  help but to think of the demonic things which might lurk behind
the door, as I  crawled passed  it.

Returning to Master's bedroom, I discovered that Master had now disrobed and
was  standing next to my slave bed; holding the plastic bag full of cuffs and
articles of clothing. Next to my slave mat was a small cardboard box about
the  size of a cigar  box.

"Well  let's get you put back together, so you can get to work cleaning up
the living  room before our company arrives", Master said in a rather
simplistic tone of  voice; yet able to maintain a slight smile on his  face.

"The  one thing you must learn to do, and it's probably my fault for not
teaching  you...BUT... when you are carrying something from one place to another;
and it is of  size where it will fit in your mouth, then you should carry it so,
much like an  animal, say a dog, might carry his  bone."

"Yes  Master", was about all I could muster to say before Master commenced
speaking  again.

"Now,  before things go to far, for to long, I just want to say that your
Master is  truly proud of your progress. You have begun to fulfill some of your
Master's  most treasured dreams and desires. Your Master has no intention of
causing you  trauma or permanent harm. Your Master only desires, among other
things, to make  his slave aware of his own identity. Master knew, from the
moment he saw the  first photos from Maine that his slave had so much to offer. It
will take time,  maybe even a long time, before Master's slave is totally
comfortable with  itself. Master's slave must never feel as if it can't speak
with its Master; as  starting tonight its Master will afford it twenty minutes
every night before  sleep, to ask questions or seek a  discussion."

I could hardly contain my emotions. Once again, I was hearing words which
seemed  compassionate and well thought out. The Jekyll and Hyde syndrome of Ryan
was  perhaps at work; or unless I was hearing the real Master  Ryan.
Master had me  lay flat on my back, spreading my arms and legs; as if I was
trussed on a St.  Andrew's cross, and the coolness of my slave mat felt rather
nice against my  smooth skin. My eyes were looking upward and I couldn't see
what Master was  doing, but I could tell from the one sound that he'd dumped
the contents of last  night's plastic bag onto the floor next to  me.

"So much  to do, and so little time; but Master's it is well worth the time"
, Master  squeaked out as if he was talking to himself. I knew that Master had
to get my  cuffs back on, install the apparatus on my cock and balls and get
my anal plug  back in.

Master had me lift my legs, in order that He might get the grease stick up my
 ass before it started to melt. I hope that one day I will get used to
feeling  the frozen grease stick, but it always seems to cause me to shiver as
Master  eases it into me and then allows me the honor of cleaning his fingers
again. I  half expected Master to follow the grease up my ass with my butt plug;
but for  some reason that was  postponed.

Master started by applying the obscenely large and heavy cinch ring around my
 cock and balls; tugging my scrotum away from the body as far as he could
possibly get it, without causing to much discomfort for His  slave.

I  knew that the cock cage was next in line for installation, which meant
that my  Prince Albert would, only momentarily, have to be  removed.

Master's hands felt so comforting, as he slid the ring out of the bottom hole
in  my cock. There was a moment of stillness, which enveloped the bedroom;
only to  be followed by the wet, warm feeling of Master's lips making contact
with my  cock.

This  was the first time that Master had ever put His mouth to my cock. Master
's  tongue ran up and down the shaft slowly, sending a wave of passion racing
 through my  body.

Once  Master had my cock in His mouth, I paid close attention to exactly how
He was  sucking on His slave's cock. More than once, Master brought me close
to the edge  of climax; but He seemingly knew, from experience, just how far to
go before  stopping. Every time He pulled away from my cock, His mouth went
to work  lathering my two bound balls in a sea of  saliva.

The  last time Master removed His mouth from His slave's ball sack; He moved
up and  began to kiss me with unabashed  lust.

"My  boy likes how its Master is taking good care of it?" question  Master.

"Oh  Master, yes Master, very much so Master", I replied in an almost
breathless  state.

In  one, steady move, Master slid down and once again engulfed His slave's
cock. The  blood was racing in and out, struggling against the cinch ring; as my
sperm made  its way through the canal inching its way to  freedom.

Unexpectedly, Master inserted several fingers up my ass; as He increased the
speed at which his head and tongue serviced my dick. Moments later Master
tasted  the seed of His  slave.

Both  of us were breathing heavily, and I could feel small droplets of sweat
fall from  Master. It truly was a beautiful moment in my  life.

When  Master regained His composure, He once again moved up and began to kiss
me; but  this time his mouth exchanged the sperm, thus allowing me the
privilege of  swallowing my own  seed.

"Your  Master enjoyed that very much, but unfortunately, for now; such
actions by your  Master will be restricted except for special occasions", Master
said with a  gleam in his  eye.

"Not  that your Master has to be gentle, but I'll try just this once not to
cause you  any discomfort", Master said as he picked up the small box and laid
it on my  chest.

Master brought forth the ring pliers that I was becoming accustomed to seeing
 and reached for my nose ring. "I feel that My slave deserves a smaller nose
ring, but since it takes time for the flesh to heal, this might smart just a
bit", Master said as he moved the pliers up and into my nose ring. "When I
say  `breathe' Master wants you to exhale, while I slide the big ring out. And
then  when I say `breathe' again, do the same as I install the smaller one.
It is the  same thickness, but it is only half the diameter of its original
one".

There  wasn't any pain, only a small amount of pressure inside my nose as the
ring was  removed and then again when the smaller one was pushed through. "
There all done,  and Master is sure that it will like the new one much  better".

I  could feel the difference, as the cold steel rested just above my upper
lip;  compared to hanging in an obscene manner below my bottom  lip.

"Now  Master will encase its cock back into its cage", Master averted my
attention  away from my new nose  ring.

Master  removed an even thicker ring from the box explaining quite simply, "
Its new ring  is still the same diameter but it is three-eights inches thick
with a much  larger steel  ball."

He  held it up so that I might see it before He installed it into my
cockhead. "It  will stretch its already tender flesh, and it may hurt some but just
remember to  breathe".

There was no doubt left in my mind that the new ring was so much thicker and
the  steel ball was almost the size of a golf ball; which meant that it was
going to  be a lot heavier than the  original.

Without even using any lubricant, Master started pushing the new ring into my
 piss slit, probing for the hole on the underside of my cock. Once He'd found
the  hole, the skin and flesh began to feel as if it tearing; which sent my
left hand  flying towards my cock in an effort to stop the  proceedings.

Master's right hand quickly pushed my hand away, and at the same time his
left  hand came flying up to my face; striking me with a great deal of force. "A
slave  is never to raise a hand against its Master!" shouted Master in such a
way as to  alert me to his  anger.

"Master, it is sorry for offending you Master", I said as the tears
continued to  drain from my  eyes.

Just  as quickly, Master returned to the job at hand and finally had my new
Prince  Albert installed. There was no question about being able to discern the
 difference between the two. "It will feel a lot different once the slave is
able  to kneel or stand. The ring will want to pull the cock downward with the
cock  cage, while the slave's brain tries to will the cock not to harden. The
new ring  will heighten the sexual desires for the it and just about every
minute of every  day, the slave will be thinking about how its cock is there to
only bring  pleasure to the Master, when, where and how its Master so  chooses.
"

"Master, yes Master, thank You Master", I respectfully  responded.

Master made quick work of binding my balls back into their steel stretcher.  "
Stay boy", Master said as he rose up and scurried off. I could hear Master
turning the lock in the door leading into the spare room and moments later,
Master  returned.

There was some more activity in between my legs, but I was clueless as to
what  was happening; at least for now. Master then proceeded to lock my cuff and
ankle  restraints into place. "Now my it looks more like a slave", Master
commented as  he stood up, allowing me to see what I'd describe as an almost
angelic look on  His face.

Without saying another word, Master walked around me for a minute or two
before  kneeling along my side. "My slave surely didn't think its Master would
forget to  plug its ass", Master said as he picked up the butt plug and rammed
it straight  in, in one constant  motion.

My  ass muscles trembled for several minutes, as they got re-acquainted with
the  anal invader. "You know, they make even larger ones than this, and if you
like,  we can get you one. All the slave has to do is ask it's Master in a
polite way  and Master will have the new plug within the  day."
"Yes Master,  thank you Master" was all I said before Master came back with;
"Dang, I wasn't  expecting you to ask for a bigger one so soon, but since
you asked so nicely,  I'll arrange for someone to deliver a larger one  tonight."

My  face must have changed appearances, as Master stared blindly into my
eyes. I  hoped that Master was only kidding when he said he was going to get me a
new  anal plug.

"Well let's see if the new nose ring does the trick", Master said as he
leaned  over and began to once again kiss me with passion and  thoughtfulness.

Then out of the blue, Master backed away and proclaimed this part of the
afternoon was over and that it was time for me to get to my next project of
cleaning the  house.

Master sprawled out on the sofa, his feet dangling over the end; while I went
 about my chores, which first was to clean the living room. I did all the
homemaker stuff, while Master made out like He wasn't watching. I think he
enjoyed seeing the new ring dangling from my cock but more so; I felt as if he
was enjoying the heavy steel ball that he'd attached to the steel nut stretcher
while I was laying on my mat. It was the most painful thing Master had seen
fit  to do with my balls. The ache went all the way up my gut but I knew better
than  mention my  distress.

Funny as it may seem, it wasn't until I was cleaning the frame around the
front  door, that I noticed a new lock on the door. Actually, it was an added
lock,  which could be locked from the inside or outside... but only with a key. It
sure  left out the possibilities of me skipping out of the house if Master wasn
't  around.

Just  as I was finishing up the first room, Master called out to me and I
scampered  over and knelt next to the sofa. Master began rubbing my head,
commending me on  my cleaning abilities; as He never was one for keeping things clean
and neat  like I was. His hand was rubbing his cock, as he began telling me
that soon it  would be time for me to learn to accustom my mouth for an actual
throat fucking.  He explained that it was somewhat different than just being
able to take a man's  cock down the throat; warning me to the possibilities of
ending up with a very  sore throat and mouth from being `raped' in such a
fashion.

As  if planting a seed of fear and doubt as to whether I'd survive a throat
fucking,  Master added that I would also have to learn to be his `toilet paper'
. At least  Master sounded as if He would be patient with me during that
learning process;  but when He told me that starting today, I was going to have to
lick the floor  of the shower clean after each enema session I was a bit
bewildered, to say the  least.

Finally, Master let the other `shoe drop', and announced what I'd already
assumed. Dad was coming to dinner. I guess Master was looking for some type of
rebellious reaction from me, but I held my ground and simply looked at the
floor  while he spoke; some of which seemed to cut into the core of my being,
but I  knew it was for the best. Master only has my best intentions in his
heart, so  there was no real need for me to get upset with  Him.

"Do you  remember the first summer dad sent me to live with Uncle Cal? I bet
you didn't  know that Uncle Cal was gay?" Master spoke in a soft  tone.

I was  stunned by the news, as I'd not know Uncle Cal that well; but he never
seemed to  emit any sign of being  gay.

"Well,  here's something else I bet you didn't know. The reason I went and
stayed with  him was because I finally got up the courage to tell mom and dad I
was gay. I  still had a lot of confusion in my life and they both thought
that staying with  Uncle Cal would do me a world of good. When I got off the bus,
Uncle Cal was  there with his `boyfriend/lover' or so I thought. Turns out
that Uncle Cal and  Tony had been together for over twelve years and Tony was
not only Uncle Cal's  lover but he was also his slave. I learned a lot in the
three months I lived  them those two men. Mom and dad were right and by the
time I came home, I knew  who I was and what I  was."

I  raised my head and made contact with Master Ryan, knowing full well that a
 trained slave never makes eye contact with a free person. Master reached his
 free hand over to me and began stroking the top of my head as he continued
speaking.

"Now I don't want you to get all in a tizzy like you are accustomed to; but
I  have to tell you something even more  important."

My Master now held my undivided attention, as his hand went from my head to
holding onto one of my nipple  rings.

"I  didn't want to tell you this way, or not at all, but things changed so
fast that  I had to do something which I'm sure you're not going to like. But
as a slave, I  shouldn't care one way or the other how you feel; but as your
brother I still  have a tremendous amount of love for you, you know that don't
you?"

"Master, yes Master", I replied with some  difficulty

"Well when nobody heard from you for over a week, they all got down right
concerned and then the next thing I know, I get a call from you, or rather your
cellphone and it was the men up at that lumber camp. I talked with the man
and  quickly discovered that he and his pals were up to no good and in fact; he
even  mentioned on more than one occasion that he had plans to sell you off to
some  weird people who would have snuck you out of the country and then where'
d ya  be?"

I  sensed, in the worst way, that Master Ryan was about to drop the bomb as
he  continued speaking to me in a tone of voice that exuded care and  concern.

"You don't know how fast I called Troy and Jeb, and the countless hours we
spent  mulling over your situation. We all knew that we couldn't let them sell
you  illegally to some sicko fucking bunch of perverts. Well when it was all
said and  done, the one thing left remaining was to tell mom and dad what the
heck was  going on.

Mom and dad drove out to Troy's place where we all had a nice cookout and
even  Henry was civil towards them. We told them about your plight and then I
showed  them a few photographs.
Dad was shocked,  initially, but quickly settled down. Mom, on the other hand
surprised us all by  saying that ever since you were thirteen or fourteen;
she had suspected that you  `might' be gay. I guess it was because you never
talked about girls and always  hung around with some pretty nerdy kids that gave
her that  impression.

Well, to make this story shorter, let me just say that having you home is the
 best medicine for mom and dad. They don't care whether you are gay or not,
because they love you just the same. I did see dad a couple of times during
the  week that you stayed with Master Troy and he wanted to see more of the
pictures;  and not knowing how all of this was going to turn out, I showed him
some pretty  graphic stuff. So at least that part of worry is over  with."

My  stomach was in knots, close to churning up breakfast; as I continued in
earnest  to comprehend every word coming out of Master's  mouth.

"So  dad is coming to dinner, and mom wanted to come but dad convinced her
not to; at  least this first time. Mom is having the whole family over to their
house next  week for a big cookout and she's even invited some of our friends
too.

I don't  think dad will give you any grief. He's been to visit Uncle Cal a
couple of  times since he and mom heard the news, so he is expecting to see a
different  you, if you know what I  mean."

Just  great, now Uncle Cal knows all about me. Will this ever end? How much
of this  can I take without losing my  mind?

"When  dad called earlier, he was over at Mark's explaining everything to
him and his  wife and kids. Mark told dad that he'll go have a talk with Adam
during the  week, so that dad won't have  to."

That's  just fucking great. Now my other brothers know everything too. Let me
get to the  window, and see how fast I can jump out and hit mother  earth.

"And  mom said that since she hadn't had the whole family together since
Christmas  time; she's invited everyone to join us and our friends. I think it
will be a  fun time for  all."

I  started to back away from Master as he completed his sentence;
contemplating my  jumping theory even more; but Master Ryan had a firm grip on my upper
arm,  preventing me from making any hasty mistakes. I knew deep down that Ryan
was  only thinking of my best interest. I really couldn't fault him for what he
's  said and done; because he had at least kept me from the hands of the evil
men  who took delight in cutting off a slave's balls and  worse.

"Enough talk for now", Master barked, releasing his hold on me as he started
to  get off the sofa. "Time for you to clean the bathroom and don't forget
what your  Master said about the tub. I've got to get to the store for a couple
of things  for tonight's dinner and when I return I expect the bathroom to
sparkle."

I  watched as Master retrieved his wallet and the keys from the bookcase and
watched even harder as he unlocked the front door and closed it quietly
behind  himself; locking me  inside.

I  don't want to go into how the bathroom cleaning went; but I will just say
that  it was terrible and leave it at that for  now.

I even  had time to pass the `Swiffer' over the kitchen floor and set the
table by the  time Master  returned.

After setting the grocery bags down He went directly to the bathroom, with me
 right behind him; my nose almost touching his  ass.

Master  seemed pleased that there was a sparkle to the bathroom and inquired
of me how  my tub cleaning went. I had to be honest with Master, but He told
me that with  daily practice I would overcome any and all objections my brain
was sending out;  referring to licking up the dark specks in the  tub.

"Now  I've got to get dinner started or we'll end up calling for pizza or
Chinese  food. Dad should be here any minute. You go and put on the shorts from
last  night, and I'll leave it up to you if you want to leave the front and
rear flaps  off. Dad's seen enough pictures of you that even if he saw you naked
now, it  would phase it to  much."

Oh  goody, I get to put shorts on. The shorts that are too short and the ones
that  have removable flaps; just what I always wanted to wear in front of my
dad. Not  to mention, that they are so tight that all the steel in front will
bulge out  like I'm walking around like a whore in  heat.

I  crawled, shamefully, into the bedroom and picked up the shorts. I could
hear  Master banging pots and pans around in the kitchen, as I held the shorts
up to  my face. I became intoxicated with visions stemming from last night. The
scent  of the leather was acting like some kind of drug to my already
overtaxed and  overburdened  brain.

I lay  on the floor, removing the ball weights and then proceeded to pull the
shorts  up. It took every bit of energy I had to get them on. I didn't recall
them being  this tight or revealing but I suppose that I wasn't paying close
attention to  them last night. If I was smart, which I wasn't, I would have
put them on first,  without the flaps in  place.

I sat  on the floor, waiting for Master to announce his desires, but the only
thing I  heard coming out of His mouth was ... Hey bill, dads here.

To Be  Continued...

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